Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Have you heard about the crop of delicious cookbooks coming
out this fall? No? There are a few in this month’s Bon Appetit, but Eater really did it up, selecting a whopping 43 titles, divided into geographic regions.
Brilliant. At the top of my list: Dominique Ansel, Prune, Baked, Fat Radish and
a new one from Ina Garten – hooray!

The sad reality is I haven't fallen in love with any novels as
of late. I just finished The Goldfinch, which came after Delicious!, and Gone
Girl. All entertaining, but not as earth shattering as anticipated (damn
anticipation). My most exciting books, in fact, have been non-fiction.

Otherhood: Modern Women Finding a New Kind of Happiness – I
thought this was going to be more empowering, an ode to women who have created
really cool, fulfilling lives that don’t include having babies, but it’s more
of a lament. Still, Melanie Notkin’s book makes for fascinating reading, diving
into everything from the contemporary New York dating scene (god help us) to
the new generation of women who are freezing eggs (planning for it in their
20s, no less).

And speaking of books, we have a winner of the Gag giveaway! There were 20
wonderful, thoughtful responses to Melissa’s question: What activity is the most
transporting for you and/or makes you lose track of time?

But we liked this lush, sensory (not to mention humble) response
from Diane:

Oil painting is the most transporting for me. Smelling the
paint, mixing the colors, and applying the paint on the canvas. After
finishing, wondering, did I just create this wonderful painting?

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

I
like to consider myself a cheerleader for my friends: rooting for their success,
impressed by their achievements, by their sides to lend an ear and toast their
efforts. But some friends have such extraordinary talent, it boggles my
mind.

Melissa
Unger, Mel, was my soul sister from Day 1 in Paris. She’s the friendliest, brightest, most
outgoing person you’ll ever meet—one of those people who makes you feel at
ease, talking the day or night away, all the while, passersby stopping to say
hello because she’s friends with seemingly everyone in the neighborhood. She’s that person: remarkably smart, witty,
thoughtful, curious, gracious, with a keen sense of smile and a wicked laugh.

Turns
out, she’s a kickass writer, too. One day when I was still living in Paris, she
shared the manuscript for a novella she had written, and it blew me away. I’ve
always been in awe of fiction-writers: Where do their stories come from? How do
they let go of their minds and trust their instincts to create these characters
that draw us in? With Gag, Melissa did just that. She created this world that
felt so real and alive. It was surreal but poignant, charming but crazy—I loved
it from start to finish.

This
summer, Gag was finally published. I read it again, I still love it, and I want
to share it with someone. To receive a copy of this offbeat love story, a mind
trip set in Paris, answer this question in the comments box before Friday,
August 22:

What activity is the most
transporting for you and/or makes you loose track of time?

In
the meantime, learn more about Melissa’s mission with Seymour Projects, the
organization she founded to help individuals cultivate and express their own creativity
and authentic voice and get
to know her a little bit here…

What inspired you to write Gag?

Well,
it’s kind of a wild story. I had never written a book before but in 2004, while
on a walk around Paris, soon after I had arrived in town, a single sentence
popped into my head: Peter never ate.
Insistent, it kept coming back again and again; in an effort to dissipate it, I
put it to paper.

The three words called out to
me from the page. The short sentence was like some sort of motor, of magnet, I
touched my pen back to the paper and let it lead me over the course of a few
months, sentence by sentence until many pages had been written. I didn’t have a
plot or outline, characters sketched or any idea at all what I was going to
write about. I would just get myself to a quiet place, read the last paragraph
I had written and then just pick up where I had left off and keep writing until
it felt natural to stop; sometimes it was an hour, sometimes it was 8 hours.

It was a strange,
invigorating, and somewhat frightening experience. It was as if my conscious had
brain clicked off and something else clicked on. I tried to explain the
sensation to a friend, and the closest I came to expressing it correctly was by
saying that it felt like I was driving in a car on a dark road with no idea
where I was or where I was going, but I had the headlights on and could just
see enough to stay on the road. I would look ahead into the little illuminated
patch of ground and keep inching forward. My sense of time was completely
altered when I was writing, a whole day could go by in what felt like an hour.
Words gushed out of me like an open faucet. I eventually realized that I had
experienced the elusive ‘flow’; that I now believe is an innate source of
creativity that exists in us all.

Both main characters have specific reasons for moving to Paris. What
about you - what brought you to the City of Light?

I was 36, recently single, living in
New York City and leading a perfectly normal and generally happy life. And yet,
something deep inside me kept flashing: is
this all there is?

One day, I got a call from the
friend whom I had been renting my apartment from, telling me that she wanted to
put it on the market for sale. It was like a window opened into other
possibilities. Once I started gazing into those possibilities my eye was drawn
to ever-increasingly distant horizon lines…new apartment, new neighborhood, new
city, new state, new…. country?

I eventually chose Paris because my
mother is French, and I had gone there regularly as a child. It felt
challenging and yet not totally terrifying.

I suppose that on a conscious level,
one could say that my coming to Paris was fueled by a desire to explore
something outside the confines of my everyday existence. On a subconscious
level, I think it might have been a search for self.

Do you think
you have to be a certain kind of person to have the faith to move to a foreign
city, or do you think anyone with enough moxie can do it?

Well, I still have stuff in storage
in the states so you could say, that a decade later, I still haven’t actually
‘moved’ here! I personally have a huge issue with commitment (obviously!) so I
just took it step by step, day by day, week by week and year by year… sometimes
that is less daunting than making a drastic, seemingly irrevocable decision.

I tell people who are considering
moving abroad or doing anything that feels ‘scary’ to them, that action,
activity, motion – no matter how minor, is the key component to accomplishing everything.
There’s a train metaphor that I like to use: Just “get on the train”—any train.
I mean, you can always switch trains at the next station. You can even take a
train back to where you started. But standing still on the platform gets you
nowhere in life.

As for faith or moxie, in my case, I didn’t consider myself particularly brave at the time,
though now I do feel that I have gained in confidence. And that added
confidence is perhaps a direct result of the adventure of having had to adapt
to a new culture, to push past certain social boundaries, to stand up for what
I believe in—I’m not sure those traits would have developed in me if I had
remained in more comfortable/familiar surroundings where most people did things
the same way I did.

Living abroad is a great opportunity
for lifting the veil off your rote behaviors and engrained reflexes. Being
exposed to opposing perspectives and new ways of doing things really helps you
to explore and ultimately define what makes you, you.

What books have inspired you?

These days, I mostly read
non-fiction on a variety of topics related to Seymour’s mission (psychology,
neuroscience, consciousness, etc). That said, I love autobiographical texts:
Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical
Thinking and Patti Smith’s Just Kids
stayed with me a long time.

I also love fiction that makes the
ordinary extraordinary—John Irving, J.D. Salinger—and am also very inspired by
poetry: Walt Whitman, T.S Eliot, ee cummings, Sylvia Plath. I also enjoy historical
fiction or books of a philosophical nature like the writings of Hermann Hesse,
Peter Matthiessen, Henry David Thoreau, Ralph Waldo Emerson.

This is tough question to ask an
English major and an only child to boot!!Impossible to pick just a few! Books have always been a huge part of my
life!